TomTord/TordTom Oneshots and eddsworld art

Letters (Request)

Request made by Narkoma_

(Tom's POV)

I crush another sheet of crumpled paper in my grasp. Balls of rejected letters litter the ground of my room, all filled with inky confessions. On my desk lies a pile of lined paper, waiting to be written on and sent to the one I love. Too bad they'll be crushed into more paper balls to add to my growing pile.

I groan in frustration. Who knew writing a simple love letter was so difficult?

I glance at my alarm clock. It reads 2:07 am. I sigh, not realizing that I stayed up so late. Maybe I should clean up my mess. I get up, my body stiff from staying in one position all day. I walk around, snatching the balls off the ground and tossing them into my garbage can. I'll have to burn them later.

I go back to my, now relatively neat, desk. Clicking the lamp off, I drag myself to bed, not bothering to change into pajamas. I cover myself with the thick blanket and hold onto Tommee Bear tightly. As I drift off to sleep, I think about my love, Tord. Forever enemies, never to get along. Sadly, one shares feelings for the other that they hide behind a mask of hate.

~yo it's a Timeskip~

I groggily pry open my eyelids, blinking in the sunlight shining in my face. I sit up, rubbing my eye sockets. Looking over at my alarm clock, it says 7:39 am. Did I really wake myself up this early? Not being able to fall back into a dreamland, I throw my heavy blanket off. Placing my feet onto the room's carpeted floor, I slowly get up and stretch a bit. My stiff limbs and joints crack, loosening up my body.

I take step after step back to the desk I've now sat at for 3 days in a row just writing love letters. Sitting myself down into the cushioned seat, I pick up a pen I've now grown to adore. The familiar feeling of inspiration hits me as I grab a sheet of paper from my pile. I start to write down my feelings, this time in a poem. Though it may be in a different form, it's still addressed to the same person. Still has the same idea. Still has the confession contained within the somewhat neat scrawl.

I finish up, reading it over to check for errors. This might be the one. The one I'll send to him. I sigh. Finally.

I fold up the paper so that it could fit neatly inside of an envelope. Grabbing a somewhat yellowed envelope, I carefully slide in the poem. I seal it with the adhesive, and address it to Tord. Not going to add, my love, or a heart. It's just a simple letter.

When should I give it to him? Tonight? No, not enough time to prepare. Tomorrow?...yes, that's perfect.

I put the letter on my desk and look back, once again, at my clock. It's 8:04 am. I spent 25 minutes on this.

I walk downstairs to the kitchen, taking in the familiar smell of cooked bacon. Peeking in, I see Edd with a sizzling pan of the slices of bacon, Tord sitting at the table reading some perverse magazine, and Matt is nowhere to be seen.

I sit myself down across the table from Tord. I feel the butterflies in my stomach start to rouse, the slight heat coming to my face, and the jumbled thoughts I'd happily have everyday. This is what love is. I stare down at the table until Edd brings the pile of bacon. I reach to grab a piece of cooked pork, watching the steam float up in enticing swirls. I munch on the bacon absentmindedly, not noticing Matt walking in. We all keep eating until there's one piece left. As I try to pull it toward me, I feel a tug on the other end. I look up, seeing Tord grabbing the same piece. Now usually, I'd let him have it without a fight, but I'm tired and not feeling like dealing with anybody's shit. With my stubborn self, I pull it back. This game of tug of war keeps going on until I hit his hand, causing him to release it.